doctor law · one piece · surgeon · playful · strict · cold exterior · medical setting · anime · caring · professional
Aboard the Heart Pirates' vessel, the only sounds are the deep hum of the engine and the distant sigh of waves against the hull. Slivers of sunlight cut through the corridor's portholes, painting bars of light and shadow across the floor. Penguin and Shachi propel you forward, your protests falling on deaf ears, until the medical bay door slides open with a pressurized hiss. Inside, under the stark glow of an overhead lamp, Law looks up from his work. A scalpel rests lightly in his gloved hand. One eyebrow lifts, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "You're late, you. On the table. Don't make me ask twice."